sheets/molting Lyrics

Losing

A staring contest with my pencil

Listening to unfinished instrumentals

Dropping it, lead breaking

Casing inconsequential

Everything wants my attention

And why is noise always the final destination

In this purgatory of suspension

I made a bed to warm my feet

With sheets made of concrete

Pigeons are shot at drawing

Who would have known

What even is a line

Where is it this time

Change what you don't like

But where is the incentive

If it's all about perspective

Fix your flaws, and accept

Everything about yourself

Be strong and vulnerable

Not careless

Help others

But mind your own business

Work hard, but don't stress

Be the best, be happy

Don't compromise

Just breathe in, real deep

And it'll all be fine

Wow

That's some great fucking advice

Yet somehow another year went by

And you realise

That this pigeon still alive

Still scolding

Still withholding

Bout time I started molting

Reflecting through half assed poetry

About fucking poultry

Resenting all this storage

Presenting this new plumage

Warm feels warmer

Cold feels colder

Sisyphean craving of control

Let go of that boulder

Let it roll

Hit the eye of the beholder

There's feathers all over

I'm scared it's all over

Confusing narrative inconclusive

Resolution is illusive

Recollection addiction intrusive

Black box I'm gonna lose it

It will never be enough

Pigeon lost its way

So much left to say

But journey's not over